The Giraffe
by Nikolai Gumilev
Today, I see, you look especially sad,
and your hands especially thin, embracing your knees.
Listen: far away, far away on Lake Chad
roams an exquisite giraffe.
Graceful slenderness and contentment are his,
and his hide is decorated with an enchanting pattern,
only the moon dares compare itself with it,
fragmentary and rolling
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